The rustling of clawing hands rubbing over lush fabric was the first thing that broke the tense silence. The elbow bent by her waist raising to make room for a slithering grasp meant to seize her breast over her regal gown. While another arm curved its way around her waist, plunging a hand between her thighs, a dip in her skirts, and a long furrow between her legs, as eager fingers cupped her cunt, rubbing crassly, senselessly. It was time she upheld her end of the arrangement.

She stood tall, elegant, graceful. An embodiment of sumptuousness and refinement, while the man behind her was anything but. Her gaze distant and thoughtful, traveling through one of the long windows cut into the walls of her very bedchamber, mulling the upcoming conflict. She required those longships.

"When will they arrive?"

She asked, her voice but flowing air, her tone faint, barely audible. The response came from the reaving scoundrel pressed behind her, nuzzling her head, grinning sordidly, breathing the scent of her hair,

"Few weeks..."

He groaned. Her face remained composed, her usual, sour smile sat adorning her lips, as short, repetitive, frantic rubbing sounds came from between her legs. Until a muffled thud shook her form.

Her eyes darted to the side with silent disgust. Yet, she opted to let out a well-practiced, sensual wisp of air in a voiceless moan. It did just the trick, the thieving pirate smiled with joy, thinking he found the Queen's weakness. Her body continued to quiver, and the baubles adorning her gown to clink, as more dull, heavy blows landed over her covered rear, she thought of the best manner to utilize her arriving fleet, the soundest way to station the longships, all while dropping a Queenly, reserved moan here and there.

"How many?"

The words flowed pleasantly, as the side of her neck was starting to wear a glisten from his exploring tongue,

"Two hundred..."

His lips moved against her skin, floating their way higher, to her jaw as her eyes closed in displeasure, with a simple tilt of her head away when he attempted to find her lips, which only gave him more of her slender throat to devour, and he did.

How she deeply despised that man, she found him nothing short of repellent. He had no right to even step foot in the Red Keep, yet there he was, in her own chambers no less, groping at her however he pleased, about to part her flesh and be within her very body...

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